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Chapter 29
Chapter 29
"Just him?"
"Just him."
This is the first time Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai saw Song Yushi's conversation. Cheng Yan must be friends with others. Zhao Yibai couldn't figure out why, but Cheng Yan thought about it, so he encouraged him not to be shy and go talk to him. , Cheng Yan was unwilling, saying it was too embarrassing.
Song Yu stayed with a few of his friends, a few people at the bar chatted, but Cheng Yan followed people like a trailing idiot.
"I don't have time to accompany you here and wait for the rabbit to be treated as a pervert." Zhao Yibai was about to leave, but was pulled by Cheng Yan.
"Don't, wait a minute, I'll go later," Cheng Yan retracted his gaze, leaned against the wall and said, "I have to wait for all my friends to leave, right? It's strange for me to go up like this all of a sudden."
"Just be a friend. Be generous. You're not the target. What's so strange?" Zhao Yibai couldn't understand Cheng Yan's tricky operation, and Cheng Yan didn't dare to tell Zhao Yibai about him. It's about wanting to get along with people.
"He's from our school. It's okay to get it, but it's embarrassing to meet him if he doesn't get it. Can you be patient?" Cheng Yan began to lecture.
Zhao Yibai sneered: "Why? It's not me who wants to make friends with people. It's good for me to accompany you and wait. In the last ten minutes, I won't accompany you if you don't act."
"Okay," Cheng Yan expediently said, "There must be action within ten minutes, I'll do it for a while."
Ten minutes later, Song Yu was no longer at the bar.
He and his friends came to the bar to relax. Cheng Yan followed people over. In fact, he lied to Zhao Yibai. It was not the first time he knew Song Yu, but he had planned it for a long time. He had already seen this person on the school court , A startling glance, okay, just bent Cheng Yan on the spot.
Cheng Yan had always heard Song Yu's name, but he was not interested in learning about it. That day Song Yu was playing a game on the court. Cheng Yan passed by and happened to meet Song Yu's dunking scene. That waist, that side face, that murderous aura, that Playing skills directly made people look stupid. Cheng Yan's head was instantly empty at that time. He had something to say. When he saw you, he had already thought about the child's surname. It is no exaggeration to say that this is how he felt at the time.
He didn't realize what was wrong, and when he realized it was too late.
Compared to Song Yu's madness when he first met her, his affection for the so-called beautiful girl was nothing.
Song Yu went to the bathroom and washed his hands. That's when Cheng Yan acted.
Song Yu is very sensitive. The person in the mirror is slowly approaching him. He doesn't like to observe the actions of passers-by, but he looks at this passerby for a while and a half.
Cheng Yan was not sneaky at the time, he naturally and generously walked to Song Yu's side and turned on the faucet. He noticed the other party's sight, so he made up his mind to make himself more magnanimous.
After washing his hands, Song Yu wiped his hands with a tissue, facing the mirror, his expression was quite serious and unsmiling, but the aura of keeping strangers away was the most attractive, and he wiped countless fingers with clear roots. Second-rate.
"Is there a fire?" Friendship between men often starts with a cigarette and a lighter, and Cheng Yan is no exception. Although he is obviously young, he is very calm.
Song Yu took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it to him. Cheng Yan took it from his distinct fingertips. For some reason, Cheng Yan felt that even his fingers were worthy of the word sexy. Unleash your high-class charm to him.
"Is there a cigarette?" Song Yu asked actively.
Cheng Yan took out the cigarette he had prepared in advance. In order to make himself look more real, he prepared one from Zhao Yibai, put it in his mouth like Zhao Yibai, and lit the lighter, but it was too late. Not lit.
It's not that the lighter is not easy to use, or that there is a problem with his technique, but that he deliberately did not intend to smoke this cigarette. Cheng Yan's goal has been achieved. Bringing up the topic that I've seen you, it's just an unexpected development, and it's going to a place he didn't expect.
Song Yu didn't leave, and kept looking at him. Under his serious gaze, Cheng Yan began to panic.
Song Yu threw the paper towel and walked over. The tall figure stuck in front of Cheng Yan, forcing him to squeeze the marble table behind him. He took Cheng Yan's hand with a cold hand and moved it downward, snatching the fire from his hand. The machine, Song Yu gave him a deep look, pointed the lighter at the cigarette butt, and easily lit the cigarette.
Cheng Yan slammed into his secret pupil.
"Don't force yourself," Song Yu's hoarse voice brushed Cheng Yan's ear, "smoking is harmful to your health. It's not a shameful thing, but it's worth encouraging."
Cheng Yan was a little dumbfounded, Song Yu put away the lighter, gave him a small smile worthy of speculation, turned and left.
This was the first time they met. There was no stormy sea, no romance, but only endless embarrassment and annoyance. Cheng Yan regretted that he didn't play well, and he never dared to lie in front of Song Yu again.
At six o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Cheng Yan arrived at the central arena as scheduled. Before entering the door, he heard the sound of basketball being played. He had just pushed open the door of the arena, and the scene that caught his eye was the figure of Song Yu. He patted the basketball and walked casually step by step. There was only Song Yu in the huge arena.
Cheng Yan walked in, looked left and right, his voice echoed in the pavilion, "Only you?"
The basketball circled around his hand, and Song Yu said, "Yes, there are no idle people you like."
Cheng Yan put down his backpack and said aggrievedly: "I don't like idle people and so on..."
He came to Song Yu alone, Song Yu passed the ball to him, Cheng Yan asked, "Do you have one-on-one tutoring?"
Song Yu joked: "You don't have that condition if you want a pair."
Cheng Yan glanced at Song Yu and said, "I always feel that you have more words after you come back."
Song Yu: "Then I shut up?"
Cheng Yan ignored him. After touching the ball, he tried his hand twice. It was surprisingly light. It was all like this. Playing his own ball always felt cumbersome, but touching other people's balls felt easy and easy to use. Cheng Yan fiddled back and forth a few times. The hand feels good, and he quickly found his form.
It's just that the state is generally futile in front of the strong. Cheng Yan's ball skills and Song Yu's 1V1 are just looking for abuse and embroidering his legs. There is still a certain possibility of a tie with the team cooperation. Individual solo requires great courage to support.
He tried a three-point shot, wiped the frame, but failed to score. The ball rolled towards Song Yu, and he took it lightly in his hand.
"Try again." He threw it to Cheng Yan.
Cheng Yan took a standard posture and didn't dare to be distracted, but he didn't get God's favor, and the second ball still didn't go in smoothly.
"Three-pointers have never been your strength," Song Yu retrieved the ball and continued to throw it to Cheng Yan, repeating this action without feeling boring, "but in order to ensure the stability on the court, you'd better make up for your shortcomings, Can perform a miracle when necessary."
Cheng Yan listened carefully, but now it's too late to train for three-pointers. Three-pointers are inherently probabilistic. No matter how good a player is, he can't guarantee that he will make 100% of his shots. Cheng Yan missed the third time, and the fourth time. Good luck, smashed in, missed the fifth time, missed the sixth time, and hit a ball the seventh time, over and over again, the probability is very low.
"Then I have to practice three points all the time today?" Cheng Yan said it and felt that it was not rigorous, "Or do you practice this for the past few days?"
"This is an additional exercise. Your head coach doesn't do this. It's a probabilistic thing. It's not necessary if you don't have enough time." Song Yu took the ball and didn't throw it to Cheng Yan, but asked him, "What are you good at?"
Cheng Yan thought for a while: "Layup."
Song Yu was dissatisfied with his answer: "Think again."
wrong? Cheng Yan hesitated and said, "Cap?"
He was talking about probabilistic issues, and Song Yu was very dissatisfied: "Continue to think about it."
Cheng Yan really didn't know.
He played relatively smoothly with these two, and he has always been in the team as a block, interception and snatch. When necessary, he makes a layup or grabs a rebound. Dare to say that.
Seeing that he couldn't give an answer for a long time, Song Yu changed the ball and said, "It's the bounce and speed."
Cheng Yan suddenly woke up and widened his eyes: "Ah... oh."
"You are best at these two points, and you are not short. Take advantage of your advantages and make them play the most value," Song Yu said. "The three most important points for a player are shooting, speed, and bounce, the most important things on the court. It's the rebound. The rebound determines the ownership of the ball. No matter how accurate your pitcher is, if you don't have the ball, it's useless. You have two of the three most important. Why don't you focus on the development of rebounding? It's so important."
"We have someone on the rebound."
"Positions are given to professional players. If you don't occupy this position, you can't let others develop. If you don't have a professional and stable team, don't limit your possibilities," Song Yu said. Yan, you never know what you are good at."
Why does Cheng Yan feel that he has been trained? He should know what a person is good at, but Song Yu's reminder seems to be correct. He can't refute him, whether in terms of cognition or strength.
Cheng Yan pursed his lips, but still didn't say anything.
Song Yu didn't reprimand him, he just felt too strict, no matter what he did, it was too serious, it was difficult for people to get close, and he didn't do anything wrong, Cheng Yan fully understood.
"Now, if my opponent is me and I force a layup, you can't stop it, what should I do?" Song Yu made a fatal blow.
Cheng Yan cautiously said, "Wait...rebounds?"
"Yes," Song Yu replied quickly, "put down all thoughts, just wait for that rebound, get the ball and give it to your teammates immediately. A tug-of-war is the best way to play."
"But what if there are no rebounds?"
"Then wait for the next one."
"Why wait? It's hard to get a rebound on a layup."
"A ball that doesn't wait for a layup, a ball that waits for a three-pointer, or other balls that are tricky and have a certain chance of mistakes."
"Then I will stay under the rebound, and the advantage will be completely voided." His best speed will not be fully utilized. He is most familiar with interceptions and forced driving layups. He only stays under the rebound and can never show yourself.
Song Yu's eyes deepened: "I know what you're thinking. Let me ask you a question. Cheng Yan, do you like basketball?"
Cheng Yan was dumbfounded by the question.
"What are you talking about now?"
"This is very important, you tell me." Song Yu was determined.
Cheng Yan didn't answer directly, but said vaguely, "Didn't I fight for so long?"
"Yes, you've been playing for a long time, you can make it a hobby. It's understandable. I understand you want to join the school team, but Cheng Yan, the school team in the south of the city is different. Do you need me to tell you? The purpose of Chengnan is to develop into the profession of basketball, and to regard it as a future path. Of course, it is not always like this. There is another kind, that is, there is no special purpose, just because I like it. Which one is it?"
Cheng Yan lowered his eyes in a guilty conscience. He hadn't seriously considered this question, but he quickly got the answer when Song Yu asked. He was neither of them. He didn't want to regard basketball as his future career, nor did he love it It was absolutely necessary, but he threw himself into the basketball with all his heart and frantically attacked the school team. What was he thinking, Zhao Yibai had already raised such a question early on.
"Neither of you," Song Yu looked at his eyebrows, his thick eyelashes cast shadows, "Cheng Yan, you want to join the school team, if you do this time, what will happen after that?"
"what?"
"If the situation inside is not what you want to see, not what you want, it may be bitter and cruel, can you bear it?"
Cheng Yan didn't think about it. He couldn't naively think that the school team's training was peaceful. He didn't know if he could endure the hardship, but he was inside...
Cheng Yan looked up at the person in front of him.
He is not too old, he is also at this age, they are far apart, Cheng Yan can't keep up with his footsteps, the only thing he can do is to shorten the gap between himself and him, even just a little bit?
He hasn't worked hard for others, and he doesn't want to touch himself, he just likes someone, he just wants to be persistent for someone, even if the road ahead is hard.
Because he is too good, he doesn't want him to stand by his side, but he can't match.
"I can."
The voice came decisively and decisively.
Song Yu didn't speak for a long time. He was lost in Cheng Yan's firm eyes and lowered his head. Song Yu was silent for a long time, then laughed. He raised his hand and raised the basketball high: "Come on then."